Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.